You Dont Understand

[Intro]

Oh-ohh-ohh, 9, oh, 9, this time

(Imma say this one time, one time only)

What I wouldn't understand (Gezin)

Cause Ski in this bitch with me, you know

Gang shit

[Chorus]

What you don't understand 'bout me is I

Never gave a fuck about a goddamn thing, I

Wake up in the mornin’ do my goddamn thing, I

(ohh ohh, huh)

[Chorus]

What you don't understand 'bout me is I

Never gave a fuck about a goddamn thing, I

Wake up in the mornin’ do my goddamn thing, I

I pop, I sip, I pour up lean, I

[Verse 1]

I'm lost in my abyss

Wake up all I see is black, the solar eclipse

All I know is guns and sex, load up the clip

Told your bitch to get on her knees

To suck the dick (right, oh)

I'm-a live my life like it's my last days

Don't believe in slow, I'm moving fast pace

Ain't no Tom and Jerry round here

Ain't no rat race

[Bridge]

This is a outrage (this is a outrage)

I ain't sleep in like six days (I ain't sleep in like six days)

Poppin' perks I can't think straight (I can't think straight)

I'm still running like relays, yeah (relays)

[Chorus]

What you dont understand 'bout me is I

Never gave a fuck about a goddamn thing, I

I wake up in the mornin’ do my goddamn thing, I

I pop, I sip, I pour 'em up lean, I

[Verse 2]

I break the pill into minerals (What else?)

Then I put it in my cereal, uh (What else?)

They look at me as a criminal (What else?)

Hate on the kid 'cause this shit gettin' critical (Ya' dig?)

You got a Lambo' truck, it's rented though (Ya' dig?)

Look at my car, you can't, it's tinted, ho (Ya' dig?)

Bad bitch in the back seat, got ten of those (Ya' dig?)

Hit her like a dance, gigolo-gigolo (Ya' dig?)

[Verse 3]

I got 'em puzzled, just like a riddle (Uh)

Freestyle shit, I don't ever spit writtens (Uh)

Beat up the pussy, I don't fuck with the kitten (Shh)

Thirty clip hangin' out the black ass Smith and (Shh)

Catch me listenin' to John Lennon (Ayy)

With your bitch in Versace linens (Ayy, bitch)

Or maybe Ozzy, or maybe Billy Idol

That's one of my idols livin' (On God)

[Verse 4]

I'm in the party, I don't really need no posse

I'm boolin' with 150 (On God)

That's my shawty, finna get the boy name tatted

All over her titties (On God)

Remember hood rocks, and stealin' food out of Hibachi

Wouldn't catch me tippin' (On God)

Brand new shotty, twelve gauge on that body

Don't let me catch you slippin' (Grrah)

[Chorus]

What you dont understand 'bout me is I

Never gave a fuck about a goddamn thing, I

Wake up in the mornin’ do my goddamn thing, I

I pop, I sip, I pour 'em up lean, I...

I pour 'em up lean, I, oh ohh ohh

[Outro]

Yeah maybe I should try water, huh

Uh, deadbeat

This Doctor Pepper good as fuck

I need some straight drop though